Spring Star Poems | Spring Poems About Star
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Written July 29, 2013
The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around
The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June
The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me
See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars
Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
a spring star shines bright
it lights up the living night
a favorite sight
Sunward tilts the Earth;
steals away last shade of spring–
~ Harley White
< June 20, 2014 ~ haiku >
The winter is dwindling!
the winter is dwindling!
There is an ancient warmth
returning to kiss this land
with warm love ----
draw her in from the shadow
Spinning sure-spun recipes,
(warmer the beams solar-soft)
the sun becomes a star;
deeper in day to bloom
many a seed for her delicate
And the warmth of winds
blow from fire-nymph lips;
There is growing in heaven's calendar,
gardens to till, lawns to mow.....
Should an angel choose a swifter spring....
Draw children from their open windows;
to parks and balls and sandbox thrills,
let the sun be some prima donna,
some little genius,
anxious to shine
Then rain sunlight warmth came
In advance burst forth stars
There is absolutely nothing to do. Some people
fall in love. I go have a cheese sandwich
with mustard. Watch skyscraper lights from
the bed. Look at the books and decide to read
none of the dry words. The cheese sandwich is
good, and orange juice. It's cold in the kitchen
so I go back to bed even though it's Spring.
Some people go dancing in fish net stockings.
They find a good time - but exactly what this means -
it's not more important than a star. Quite
what is this waiting. Tonight I could disappear
and the world might not miss me until next year.
I remember passionate nights with some of the women
I've known. Two sides of a smooth stone.